I do not want to be adopted into a circle, to live among people who say ‘we’ and to be part of an ‘us,’ to find I am ‘at home’ in any human milieu whatever it may be… I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an […]
I have been alone ever since; and, though my mind is calm, I cannot dismiss the lively images that have filled my imagination all the day – Nay, do not smile, but pity me; for, once or twice, lifting my eyes from the paper, I have seen eyes glare through a glass-door opposite my chair, […]
Again I saw something meaningless under the sun: There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth. “For whom am I toiling,” he asked, “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?” This too is meaningless […]
With a rubber duck, one’s never alone.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.
People who cannot bear to be alone are generally the worst company.
In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.
The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.
You need a mess of help to stand alone.